As I opened my eyes, the first sight that greeted my eyes was of her bare back. Smooth and soothing for my sleepy eyes. As her shoulders did a rhythmic movement, I found out she was in deep sleep.
While I resisted my temptation to touch her, I started noticing even the things that slipped my gaze before. Her sunkissed locks lay carelessly over her flowery pillow. Ah! That pillow cover. I remember that day like it happened yesterday. We were out shopping and she comes up to me showing these hideous flower printed pillow covers which were horrible according to me. My displeasure was met with a poking-the-tongue-out-angry face. Later that night, I found it adorning the pillows. Perfect. Such a stubborn little lady she is.
But now, it looks perfect to me. Like those colourful flowers, she brought colour to my black and white life.
I reach out in an attempt to touch her. Not the rough, but a soft one. A touch enough to satiate my momentary want with an intent to not wake her up. I slid my forefinger from her neck down her spine. Her skin was butter smooth. Oh, I would love her touch more.
As I move in closer, I make sure every attempt to not wake her up. I laid my face on her back. Oh, she was warm, like those first Sunrays in the morning. Then I remembered the warmth that emanated from her when she was entwined with me while I made love with her last night.
She was always warm. Like the sun in my life. Her rays melted even the slightest cold that caged my soul.
As I nuzzled my face on her back, trying to breathe in her fragrance, I knew my beard was pricking her as she squirmed. But she never pushed me away, rather she held my hand and brought it to hug her, pulling me close.
I love this wonderful woman. Every gesture of her amazes even to this day. Holding her close I thanked my stars dearly.
As her fervor spread into me deep, I got sunkissed.